Gary Numan was the soundtrack to my teen angst. Along with Ultravox, Adam and the Ants, The Police and various punk rock bands I drummed along or laid underneath furniture with headphones on, eyes closed, escaping.
Today, when things, or friends break down I wish it was as easy to escape as it used to be.
Today's escapes are self exile, and I'm the broken friend.
Or am I going through another form of puberty?
I told my students today, in order to grow sometimes you need to go through some fertilizer, just like the grass. Shit makes you grow.
ah, man, what makes you think puberty ended for us foos? ;-)
ReplyDelete& going through fertilizer: Well, shit, if that's the case, then I must better be just about to sprout up like a f*in beanstalk here already or somethin, hijole! ya basta! throw SOMETHING good my way! :-)
but always remember like I try to do: you got friends, always, even when the shit's knee-deep and rising.